If a Woody Allen film runs in a theatre, but no one cares...
WOODY Allen best addressed the realm of philosophy in his 1975 film Love and Death, a Dostoevsky parody that employed dialogue such as this:
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer.”
Allen isn’t joking around with this contemporary tale of a dissipated philosophy professor named Abe (Joaquin Phoenix) who gets a job at an idyllic college in Newport, R.I., on the strength of his reputation as an intellectual hell-raiser.
But those days are long behind him as the boozy Abe settles in, taking frequent swigs of single malt from his flask, enticing unhappily married colleague Rita (Parker Posey) into a sexually unfulfilling affair and confessing to his students that philosophy is just “mental masturbation.”
Abe is jolted out of his ennui courtesy of a flirtation with idealistic young student Jill (Emma Stone).
Well, she alone doesn’t do it, but he does happen to be in her company when he overhears a distraught woman in a restaurant describing how she stands to lose custody of her children at the hands of an incompetent judge.
The mere idea of surreptitiously murdering the judge on the woman’s behalf revitalizes Abe, spurring a fullon romantic entanglement with Jill, among other things.